Saw this perfect home haunt on a Sunday drive. The tombstones looked absolutely real. The statue had a perfect pose (and was sprayed with fake webs). And there were leaves spread around deliberately, something that you rarely see out there in the wild on people's lawns. Such an easy element to enhance any haunt, regardless of the theme.
Falling Leaves, by Glenn Miller.
With my aversion to this cat, however, its partiality for myself seemed to increase. It followed my footsteps with a pertinacity which it would be difficult to make the reader comprehend. Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or spring upon my knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses. If I arose to walk it would get between my feet and thus nearly throw me down, or, fastening its long and sharp claws in my dress, clamber, in this manner, to my breast. At such times, although I longed to destroy it with a blow, I was yet withheld from so doing, partly by a memory of my former crime, but chiefly -- let me confess it at once -- by absolute dread of the beast.
-Edgar Allan Poe
"Yes," she sighed. "I'm one of an odd family. We sleep days and fly nights like black kites on the wind. If we want, we can sleep in moles through the winter, in the warm earth. I can live in anything at all - a pebble, a crocus, or a praying mantis. I can leave my plain, bony body behind and send my mind far out for adventure. Now!"
Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew. She soared in doves as soft as white ermine, stopped in trees and lived in blossoms, showering away in petals when the breeze blew. She perched in a limegreen frog, cool as mint by a shining pool. She trotted in a brambly dog and barked to hear echoes from the sides of distant barns. She lived in new April grasses, in sweet clear liquids rising from the musky earth.
-Ray Bradbury, The April Witch
A beautifully illustrated book that reminded me of all the strange and wonderful books of the unexplained and paranormal that I'd check out at the school library when I was growing up (while sending out red flags galore). This one was a recommendation by my friend Wren, and after she showed me some of the artwork, I snagged a used copy for myself.
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Really pleased with the garden this year...seemed to have really come to life. Planted a Japanese herb last year called the red shiso, and the plant seeded and now I think I'm on the verge of ruining the neighborhood ecology, as it's EVERYWHERE...even in the backyard (assumed the lawnmower was the carrier)...you'll see it growing and spreading out into the grass. I kinda love the color. Everywhere you see purple, that's the shiso plant. And I didn't plant it this season. It came up on its own.
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| Look in the grass!!! SHISO! |
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| Real men smoke clay tavern pipes... |
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| Miniature [soon-to-be] Orange Peppers...next to purple basil and Thai basil. |
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| Ecosystem Fail |
